Patrick and I stared at them with the same confused expression on our faces.

-Math-

We were learning Algebra, again. I don't get how we have to learn the same stuff over and over again. I'd come to a conclusion: I hate math. Not only because it's annoyingly easy, but because Pete sat behind me.

"Hey, I don't get it, can you help me?" He whispered.

What the hell? He's never, I mean never needed my help before. What makes this any different?

"Umm, you've never needed my help before, what's so different about now?"

"Fine, I'll ask someone else."

"Wait, I'll help you."

Why did I say yes? I don't want to do this...or do I?

I don't know how, but I ended up walking out of math with a toutoring job.